Deep within Gringotts, standing inside the ancient vault, Raja found himself face-to-face with a talking, floating book. Well, not just any book—a grumpy, overly dramatic, thousand-year-old grimoire with a superiority complex.
The old man's voice echoed from within the book.
"Finally! My descendant has co to claim his birthright! But wait... kid, what race are you? You look like soone from Jambudvipa!"
Raja raised an eyebrow. "Jambudvipa? You an India?"
The book groaned. "I don't know what this 'India' thing is, but if it's the sa place, then yes. But more importantly, how did you even get in here?! This vault is specifically designed to open only for my most powerful, handso descendants!"
Raja smirked. "First of all, old man, don't play the race card here. I walked in because the door literally opened for . My blood, which is far more superior than your old face and outdated Beard, activated it."
The old man gasped. "Hey, kid! I didn't quite understand most of what you just said, but I deduce from my superior intelligence that you just called a xenophobe!"
Raja shrugged. "If the robe fits, wear it."
The book coughed dramatically. "I'll have you know I had many friends from Jambudvipa!" Then, switching gears, he continued, "But let's not get sidetracked. Since you activated the vault, I assu you possess great magic. Prove it. Show your power, child!"
Raja sighed. "Alright, old tir. Hope you can handle this."
With a flick of his hand, Raja unleashed his magic. The entire vault trembled, golden treasures vibrated violently, and the very air crackled with energy.
Raja just released his new demigod-level magic, causing tremors in the vault. The old man got scared and shouted.
"KID, WHAT THE HELL?! TURN IT DOWN! I'M AN OLD MAN!"
Raja smirked, saying he had just been upgraded, so his control was a bit off.
Raja, laughing, quickly toned it down to a manageable level. The magic still resonated with the book, making the old man sigh in relief.
"Phew... finally, my successor has arrived. Alright, kid, take everything! The treasures, artifacts, my lifeti of research! This grimoire is filled with my knowledge, and I've infused it with a part of my soul! With my guidance, you'll—"
Raja's expression turned deadpan.
"Wait a second. You stuffed your soul into a book? Old man, that sounds suspiciously like a Horcrux."
The book sputtered."A what now?"
Raja folded his arms. "You expect to carry you around, learn from you, and then one day, when I've 'reached my full potential,' you'll steal my body and take over the world? Sorry, you sound exactly like those classic cultivation novel villains. I think I'll leave you here to rot."
The book scread in horror."WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! I SWEAR ON MY FAMILY NA AND ORIGIN MAGIC, I AM NOT A POSSESSIVE OLD GHOST! I just want to research magic, dammit!"
Maya sighed in Raja's mind. "Just take him. Don't be an. You know no one can possess you."
Raja: "I'm just playing with him. I was expecting a boss fightlike in the 'Solo Leveling' ani, but instead, I got a talking grimoire. Oh, my poor life."
Raja groaned. "Fine, old man. Don't cry." He dramatically pointed at the book. "But if I see even one villainous tendency, I'm turning you into enchanted toilet paper."
The book buzzed excitedly."You won't regret this, kid! You remind of my old friend, Vyasa. Great jawline, great imagination. He wrote the 'Mahabharata'—that thing was wild."
Raja's eyes widened."Wait... Vyasa? You an Vedavyasa? He's literally a legendary sage in India! That's crazy!"
The book humd. "Yeah, he was a good storyteller. You remind of him, actually."
Raja groaned."Old man, please don't compare to immortals. If they hear this, they'll erase from the universe."
The book chuckled."Alright, alright. By the way, what's your na, kid?"
Raja, stepping out of the red room with the book in hand, smirked. "Rudra D. Raja Kumara. I'll be the King of Wizards."
The book humd in approval. "Raja, I like that and your ambition is a delight. My na is Myrddin Wyllt, but my friends call Myr."
Raja stopped walking."Wait... Myrddin Wyllt? That sounds... familiar." But raja let it slide because of the treasure thoughts in his mind.
The book buzzed excitedly."Let's add my family na to yours! According to our traditions, your full na is now Raja Rudra Wyllt!"
Raja sighed. "Fine, Myr. But can you at least change your color? I like black and gold."
"Easy. Consider it done."
anwhile, outside the vault, Dumbledore and the goblins were losing their minds.
They had tried everything to open the vault—ancient spells, goblin magic, even threats of paperwork. Nothing worked.
"This vault..." Dumbledore murmured. "I've never seen it before."
The goblins nodded, confused. "Neither have we. It's not in our records."
Dumbledore sighed. "Dear rlin, I hope Raja is okay."
And then—
The vault door swung open.
Raja casually strolled out, book in hand, looking like he had just borrowed sothing from the library.
Dumbledore felt sothing was off.
Raja's entire being radiated power. His magic pulsated in a way that ancient texts had described only once before.
Dumbledore, trying to remain calm, asked, "Raja... what was inside?"
Raja smirked. "Oh, nothing much. Just t my ancestor, got a new family na, and picked up his diary of adventures."
The goblins blinked.
Dumbledore took a deep breath. "Raja, may I know the na of your esteed ancestor?"
Raja shrugged. "Oh, yeah. His na is Myrddin Wyllt. So poor old wizard with an adventure fetish."
The book buzzed angrily, but no one noticed.
Then—
Everyone. Freaking. Froze.
"WHAT?!"
Raja raised an eyebrow. "Why are you guys looking at like I just kicked a baby Thestral?"
Dumbledore, his hands shaking, whispered, "Raja... your ancestor is rlin. His real na was Myrddin Wyllt."
Raja's brain short-circuited.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
The book buzzed smugly.
Dumbledore, turning to the goblins, commanded, "No one speaks of this day. Understand? Or you will see my wrath."
anwhile, a certain beetle Animagus on the wall was already taking notes.
Dumbledore teleported Raja to his office, grabbed the Book of Admittance, and asked it:
"Who are Raja's parents?"
The book refused to answer.
Dumbledore frowned and tried again.
"Is Raja a descendant of rlin?"
The book finally responded:
"Yes. Raja is the heir to two ancient bloodlines. His father, Rudra Vikrama, is from an ancient Indian sage lineage. His mother, Rose Wyllt, descends from the rlin family."
Again "Book of Admittance" replied: "I was enchanted by rlin, and So, I didn't reveal their na before."
The office fell into stunned silence.
Raja, sitting in the chair, groaned.
"So not only am I overpowered, but I'm also a damn legacy character?!"
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